Beth's Little Secret [River Bend Texas Heat 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 2

  “Hey, Beth. How are you doing?”

  “Doing fine, Kelly. How’s school going?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “It’s okay. I just wish I could talk the professor in my English Lit class out of some of the boring books we have to read.”

  Beth laughed. Kelly enjoyed reading the racier books like hers. Though she had never asked who her favorite authors where, Beth knew she read erotic romance. Kelly had shown her one of her books that she was reading behind the counter one day.

  “Don’t knock the classics, Kelly.”

  “So, just coffee or maybe some pie today?”

  “I think I’ll stick with coffee for now. I’ll let you know if I hear a piece of Mattie’s pie calling me.”

  “Got you. I’ll be in the back unless someone comes in. Just holler.”

  Beth settled into the booth with her Kindle and the coffee and began reading. Kelly came by once and refreshed her coffee for her. When she was finished with this cup, she would go back home. Right now, she was in the middle of an especially raunchy sex scene in the book she was reading and didn’t notice when someone sat down across from her until he cleared his throat.

  Her eyes jerked up from the book and she nearly yelped. Mason sat across from her with a serious expression on his face.

  “Um, hey, Mason.” She had seen him around a little more than she had seen Mac, but they rarely spoke. What was he doing sitting at her booth?

  “Mac said you needed to get a security system. I want you to use these guys. I trust them, and they’re reasonably priced.”

  He laid the card on the table in front of her. She picked it up and looked at the name on it. Riker Security. There were two numbers on the card. She turned it over, but it was blank on the back.

  “Just tell them I sent you. They’ll treat you well and do an excellent job.”

  “I’m considering getting a system. I was going to do some research on it when I got back home.”

  “It’s already done for you. Use them, Beth. They’re the best.”

  Mason stared at her intensely then nodded and stood up.

  “I’ll let you finish up your coffee before it gets cold. I just wanted to be sure you called them.”

  “I’ll call them when I get home.” She didn’t know why she found herself agreeing to call them, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt anything to get an estimate.

  He smiled, and her heart skipped a beat. Both of the Tidwell men got her juices flowing in no time. She squeezed her legs together and hoped she didn’t leave a puddle of goo when she stood up.

  When he left, she sipped her now-cool coffee and put away her book. Nothing written could compare with her imagination using Mason and Mac as her inspiration. She pulled out a tip and left it on the table then met Kelly at the register to pay for her coffee.

  I saw Mason Tidwell talking to you. Did he ask you out?”

  “No. We’re old friends. He saw me sitting here and just stopped in to say hi. I don’t see him very often.”

  “Hmm, he stood there and stared at you for quite a while before he came inside.”

  “He did?” Beth felt her face grow warm.

  “Yep, he did. Seems like maybe he likes you a little more than he’s letting on. He’ll be asking you out before long. You just watch.”

  She made some comment and left before she said something to embarrass herself. If he really liked her and Mac still liked her, maybe she could…

  No, don’t go there. It was a long time ago. They’ve moved on and aren’t interested in you anymore. Live with it.

  Still, if they were interested, would she play with them now? Did she trust them enough to submit to them? Yeah, she did. Deep down inside she had always known she could trust them. She had screwed up her chance. It was best to face it and keep on going like she had been. She had a satisfactory life. So what if it lacked excitement.

  At the thought of excitement, she remembered her stalker, and her stomach sank. She could live with going back to no excitement right about now. This kind of excitement she could do without.

  When she returned home, Beth walked around the house to be sure there were no little surprises before unlocking her door and going inside. She locked everything back and fingered the card Mason had given her. She took her cell phone into the office with her and sat down. After a few minutes of procrastination, Beth dialed the number on the card. Someone answered on the third ring.

  “Ricker Security.”

  “Um, yes, Mason Tidwell gave me your card and said you were the best. I need a security system.

  “Home, office, or both?”

  “Home. My office is in my home.”

  He got her name, phone number, and address and promised to arrive at nine the next morning to give her an estimate. She hung up feeling like she had made a serious investment in her security and wondered if it was because he sounded so professional, or if she was feeling that scared.

  She settled down and got back to writing. After rereading her last chapter, she took off with her book. She didn’t stop until she yawned. She looked at her phone and realized it was nearly midnight. She had been writing for almost seven straight hours, stopping only for bathroom breaks. She stretched and yawned again. After saving her usual compulsive two and three times, she headed for the bathroom for a quick shower.

  When she got out of the shower, her cell phone was ringing. She frowned, who could it be? She reached for the phone and looked at the caller ID. It was unlisted. She started to not answer it, but then worried that it could be important. Sometimes an editor would call her this late. Still she hesitated. Finally she shrugged and answered it.

  “Hello?”

  “I’ll give you everything.”

  “Who is this?”

  “Did you like my offerings?”

  “What do you want?”

  “You, Beth. Always you.”

  He hung up. The voice had been mechanical, so she didn’t recognize who it was. What should she do? She thought about calling the sheriff’s department, but didn’t want to talk to one of the deputies about this. Her breathing had turned to near pants now. She pulled on her sleep shirt and a robe. Then she retrieved Mac’s card that he had given her. There were two phone numbers on it besides the sheriff’s office number. Should she call? Looking at the phone and remembering the eerie voice, she swallowed and dialed one of the numbers. It rang twice and Mac’s voice, a little distant, answered.

  “Tidwell.”

  “Mac? It’s Beth.”

  “What’s wrong, Beth?” His voice instantly cleared up.

  “I probably should have waited ’til in the morning. I–I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t you fucking hang up the phone!”

  “I got a phone call from whoever left the basket.”

  “What did he say?”

  Beth told him and then listened to silence on the other end of the phone.

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t open the door to anyone but me, Beth. Not anyone else.”

  “You don’t have to come over. I’m fine. I just needed to tell someone.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  Beth heard the click of the phone letting her know he’d disconnected. She swallowed and thought about putting on regular clothes, but he might get there before she had time to get completely dressed. She wasn’t far from where he lived. Sure enough, not five minutes later, she heard the telltale sound of tires on gravel as he pulled up behind her Nissan.

  “Bethany, open the door.” Mac’s loud voice sounded strained.

  “She looked out the window and found that both Mac and Mason where standing there in jeans and T-shirts on her front porch. She unlocked the door and opened it for them.

  “Has he called back?” Mac asked.

  “No. I don’t think he will. He said what he wanted to say.”

  “Pack a bag, Bethy.” Mason took her arm and led her toward the back of the house where the bedrooms were. He stopped in the hall and looked from one clo
sed door to the other.

  “Why do I need to pack a bag?”

  “Because until you have a decent alarm system, you’re staying with us,” he said.

  “Let me have your phone, Beth.” Mac held out his hand.

  Beth looked from one of them to the other and handed her phone over to Mac. Then she led the way into her bedroom to pack a bag. There was no way she could argue with them in the mood they were in. She grabbed her overnight case and stuffed a change of clothes and her toiletry items in it. Then she walked into her office and grabbed her laptop bag and her jump drives. She hurried out of the office and closed the door behind her. She really didn’t want either man in there. It was her refuge.

  “Did you recognize his voice? Did it even sound familiar to you?” Mac asked.

  “It was a mechanical voice. I didn’t recognize anything about it.”

  “Okay, let’s go,” Mason said.

  “Wait, I’m meeting the security guy here in the morning at nine. I need to be sure and be here.”

  “We’ll meet him,” Mason said.

  Mac took her overnight bag and laptop case while Mason led her to the porch. When she started down the porch, he picked her up and carried her to the truck, scooting her across the front seat to the middle.

  “I could have walked.”

  “The rocks would have hurt your feet through those thin-soled house slippers.”

  Beth really couldn’t say anything to that because he was right. Mason was always right. That was why he was such a good lawyer. His talents were wasted in a little town like Riverbend, but he often worked in Dallas when the occasion arose. She had always wondered why he stuck around, but now that she was older, she knew it was because of the lifestyle. They wanted to live somewhere where how they lived their life didn’t matter as long as no one got hurt. In Riverbend, you could have two or three husbands and no one looked at you twice. You could live a D/s relationship out in the open, and it wasn’t frowned upon.

  Mac finished stowing her bags in the back seat and climbed into the truck. He started the engine and backed out, heading for their home about three or four minutes away.

  When they pulled into the drive of the pretty, two-story brick house, she felt a sense of claustrophobia descending on her. Everything seemed to be closing in on her once again. She fought it this time. She wasn’t a naïve kid anymore. She knew the lay of the land.

  Mason helped her out onto the concrete drive. She followed him in with Mac bringing up the rear, carrying her things. Mason unlocked the door and reset the alarm before they walked inside.

  “Did your friends do your security system?” she asked.

  “Yeah, they did. We’ll get them started on your place right away.”

  Mason led the way to the stairs and up toward the second floor. He looked over at Mac. Mac nodded, and they led her down a long hall to a closed door. Mason opened it, and inside was a very large bedroom. It held a ménage-size bed with a dresser and two chests. There was an armoire on one wall and three doors on the opposite wall.

  “This must be the master suite. Don’t you have a smaller room I can bunk in? Or, I can sleep on the couch downstairs. I don’t want to mess up this room.”

  “It’s the only room available right now,” Mac said. “No, to the couch.”

  “Okay.” She sighed.

  Mac set her things on a chair in the room. Then he turned around to walk out. He stopped and spoke from the doorway.

  “You did good to call me, Beth. You can always count on either me or Mason to help you if you need us.” Then he and Mason walked out and closed the door behind him.

  Beth swallowed around the knot in her throat and walked over to the bed. It was massive. There were hidden hooks in the headboard if you really looked. She wasn’t a bit surprised. They would want those in any relationship they had. She shivered at the thought of all their attention on her. Sleeping in that bed would be next to impossible. She wouldn’t be able to sleep for thinking about what they might do to her in it.

  She toyed with her robe buttons for several sad seconds. Then she let out a quick breath and removed it to climb under the covers of the big bed. The minute she settled into the comfortable mattress, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

  Chapter Three

  Mac looked at Mason as he searched through Beth’s phone. He had tried to redial the last number, but it said that number was no longer in service. No doubt the man had used a prepaid phone that you could buy for twenty bucks anywhere now. It would be at the bottom of a river or in a dumpster somewhere for all he knew.

  “She’s not telling me everything, Mason. She’s hiding something. I just can’t figure out what it is, or if it is even part of this mess.”

  “She’s so submissive, Mac.”

  “I know.”

  “I can’t back away from her this time, Mac. She’s in our bed.”

  “We’ll discuss it after we’ve cleared up whatever the fuck is going on.”

  “There’s nothing to discuss as far as I’m concerned.”

  Mac ran a hand over his bald head. It was clear Mason had made up his mind, and nothing was going to change it now. Everything would depend on Beth and how she handled their aggressiveness. He wouldn’t push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. Mac would fight his twin over it if need be. She deserved a normal life if she could have it without all the crap that went along with their lifestyle. If she took to it, though, neither one of them had the strength in them to let her go.

  “She makes a lot of phone calls to Dallas and New York.” Mac continued to scroll through her phone numbers.

  “She’s an editor. She probably talks to agents or publishers a lot.”

  “Well other than those numbers, she has the pizza place, the diner, and the bank. That’s it. No friends that I can find.”

  “I see her out and about town fairly regular, so she isn’t staying cooped up alone all the time. She just doesn’t make a lot of phone calls outside of work.”

  “When have you ever seen a woman that doesn’t have a phone glued to her ear?” Mac commented.

  “True, but she isn’t a typical woman, Mac. You know that.”

  “Have you talked to Lee about setting up her security?”

  “Yeah, he knows we want the best and we’ll supplement the cost.”

  “She isn’t going to stay here indefinitely, but the longer it takes him to put it in, the safer she’ll be. Once she goes back to that house, she’s at risk again.”

  “I’ll make sure he knows to drag it out some for us. I don’t want her to ever go back to that house.”

  “She will, though. We can’t pursue her while this is going on. Neither one of us can afford to have our balance off, and once she’s in our bed, it’ll be off.”

  “I think she’s safer once she’s in our bed. She’ll always be there after that so no one can get to her.” Mason ran a hand over his face. “I’m going to go lie down for a couple of hours before we have to be at her house to meet Lee.”

  “Yeah, I need to do the same thing. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” Mac watched his brother head to the living room where the stairs were located.

  He sat at the kitchen table a little while longer thinking about Beth’s lack of obvious friends. She went to Dallas several times a year as well as New York, but other than that she didn’t get out much. She’d moved to Dallas that same year of the disastrous Fourth of July weekend then moved back that next year. She had told someone that she just wasn’t cut out for big-city living. He’d been relieved to see her back. He had missed seeing her, missed thinking that maybe one day they might still have a chance at happiness.

  He stood up and stretched. Then he carried her phone up to his bedroom, where he sat it on the bedside table. After stripping down to his boxers, he stretched out on top of the covers to sleep. Only sleep wasn’t in the cards for him tonight. All he could do was think about Beth and how much he wanted her.

  His cock was rock hard and throb
bing. It had been since he had seen her that morning. There was no way he was going to get to sleep like he was. He shoved his boxers down his thighs and grasped his dick at the base and squeezed as he pulled up. Then he did it again, and a drop of pre-cum pearled at the slit on top of the crown. He rubbed it around the mushroom head for lubrication and began to tug on it over and over as he imagined Beth’s lips stretched wide around his cock. She would stare up at him as she sucked on his dick. He could almost feel the suction of her mouth as she went down on him.

  Mac ran his hand up and down the long stalk of his cock. He reached between his legs and cupped his balls then massaged them in their sac. He’d love for her to take his balls in her mouth and roll them with her tongue. More pre-cum seeped from the slit at the top of his dick. He captured it and rolled it up and down his cock with his hand as he tugged harder and harder.

  Beth would lick up and down the stalk before taking just the head of him into her mouth to suck. She would lick over the slit in the crown to taste the cum leaking there. Then she would suck him down to the back of her throat.

  He continued to pull on his balls as he tugged at his cock. He could feel the fire at the base of his spine begin to grow. His balls tightened as he got closer to his climax. He began to stroke his cock faster as he thought about Beth’s mouth wrapped around him. He wanted her to swallow him all the way down her throat. She could do it. He knew she could.

  She would relax her throat and breathe through her nose while he fed his aching cock deeper into her mouth until his cockhead touched the back of her throat and she swallowed around him. Just the thought of all that suction did it for him. His balls erupted, shooting long ribbons of cum from his cock onto his belly. He continued stroking until he had squeezed every last drop of cum from his shaft.

  Mac lay there for several seconds until he could breathe again then got up and grabbed a cloth to clean up. He sat back on the bed, exhausted. He hoped he would rest some now. He needed to be at the top of his game while there was any danger to Beth.